For nearly 3,000 years, The Powers have protected Eskalind, but Marna, a bladesmith's daughter, lives in neighboring Hudiksland under a corrupt king and frequent threats of invasion.
When an injured Eskalinder stumbles to her door, The Powers appear to lay a new path before her.
A plaintive voice croaked, "Please." A man's voice, but weak. She did not recognize it.
Marna growled her reply, keeping her tone low to not wake the children. "What do you want?"
" . . . lost . . . hurt." That was all she could...
"Eskalind, where The Powers live . . ."
For nearly 3,000 years, The Powers have protected Eskalind, but Marna, a bladesmith's daught...
